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Vivian’s Voice

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A second voice answered Vivian, probably a catering coordinator, too far away for me to catch the words. Then came footsteps, moving away and fading back toward the main floor, and the silence that followed an escape from a catastrophic event settled over the closet like a held breath finally released.

Roman pulled back from me so fucking fast that cold air rushed into the space between us, leaving me momentarily frozen. I heard the frantic rustle of fabric as he yanked his slacks back into pla
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  • Wrong Girl, Right Bed: My Stepbrother’s obsession   The Photographer

    I was halfway through my coffee when Vivian brought up the photographer she'd tracked down through an old invoice in the estate's event files. She'd insisted on buying me coffee, and now, sitting across from me, she seemed almost eager to tell me what she'd discovered.""His name's Felix Okafor. He's a freelancer and covers almost half the society events in this city." She turned her cup slowly on its saucer, her attention fixed on it rather than me. "I called him yesterday. Told him I was putting together a keepsake album for the wedding and wanted to know if he had any unpublished photographs from that night worth including.""Did he?""A few. Mostly ordinary shots. The crowd, the band, Boss giving a toast." She picked up her phone and scrolled through it. "But he mentioned something strange while we were talking. He said he remembered that night because of a mix-up with the masks."My pulse quickened. "What kind of mix-up?""He said the design house that supplied them confirmed aft

  • Wrong Girl, Right Bed: My Stepbrother’s obsession   That Night

    Roman kept his promise within two days. Somehow, that was what undid me more than anything else about that ugly week.“The appeal went through,” he told me, placing his phone face down on my kitchen counter. “Theo's sister stays in the program. Full coverage, backdated, and no more collectors calling him at work. I had my people handle it quietly. There's no connection to the Grimwood name anywhere in the paperwork.”“Why keep it anonymous?”“I didn't do it so he'd owe me anything.”He said it without hesitation, and I found myself thinking about Julian. Roman had understood what needed to be done without expecting anything in return. Julian had been given every opportunity to do the same and had chosen otherwise.I found Theo at the Aurelia that evening, restocking key cards. He seemed intent on keeping himself busy, barely looking up until I approached, and when he finally noticed me, his expression changed.“It's done,” I told him. “Your sister's program. It's fully covered.”He sl

  • Wrong Girl, Right Bed: My Stepbrother’s obsession   Everything Stands!

    The elevator doors had barely opened when I saw him.Julian.He stood alone inside, with one hand resting against the polished railing, his expression was composed enough to make me wonder how long he'd been waiting. He didn't come across me by chance. I knew that much."Rosalie." His greeting was pleasant, almost cordial. He didn't look like a man who had gone out of his way to corner someone in a private elevator. "I was hoping to catch you without an audience. Do you have a minute?""Not particularly.""I think you'll want to make one."Before I could decide whether to step back out, he pressed the button for the top floor. The doors slid shut, leaving me with no choice but to face him."I've been doing a great deal of thinking lately about leverage. About how easily a single piece of paper can reshape an entire family's future, provided it's worded carefully enough.""I'm aware of the eighteen-month clause. Roman told me.""Did he?" Surprise briefly crossed his face before he reco

  • Wrong Girl, Right Bed: My Stepbrother’s obsession   Nothing Tonight

    Roman showed up at my apartment with a bag of takeout and an expression that told me he already suspected something had happened. Over the past several months, he'd become remarkably good at reading my face, often noticing when something was wrong before I'd even decided whether to tell him."Tell me everything," he said, setting the bag on my counter without opening it.So I told him. Theo. The backup file. The payments he'd been making for months towards his sister's facility bill. I couldn't bring myself to judge him for trying to keep her care paid for, even though I was furious about what he'd done with the information he'd had access to. Roman listened without interrupting, his jaw tightening as I explained how everything had come together. When I finished, he remained quiet for so long that I began to feel the need to fill the silence."The footage doesn't show anyone's face," I said. "They kept their masks on the entire time. Whatever's on that tape, it's damaging, but it does

  • Wrong Girl, Right Bed: My Stepbrother’s obsession   Welcome To The Club

    Theo was restocking the key card printer when Ivy approached the desk. His face brightened the moment he saw her, but the smile barely lasted a second before he noticed her expression, and whatever he had been about to say died on his lips."Hey, you." He put down the box of blank cards. "I was actually going to text you about Friday. I found this place with a rooftop that apparently does this sunset thing. Supposedly, it's worth the wait, if you're into that kind of thing...""Stop." Ivy's voice was so flat that he immediately went quiet."I need you to tell me about the backup file. The one in the folder with no real name. The one from the night of the masquerade."The colour drained from his face. It was all the confirmation we needed. He glanced past her and caught sight of me standing a few feet away. For a moment, he said nothing. Then his shoulders dropped."Not here," he said quietly. "Please."We followed him into the small office behind the desk. The three of us barely fit i

  • Wrong Girl, Right Bed: My Stepbrother’s obsession   Backup

    Ivy didn't cry when I told her. That was the part I kept thinking about afterward. The stillness of her face beneath the break room's harsh fluorescent lights, the way she carefully lowered her coffee cup onto the table, and how she didn't interrupt me or ask me to repeat anything. She simply sat there, listening until I had nothing left to say."Show me," was all she said.I handed her the folded paper. She studied it for a long time, much longer than a single screenshot should have required. After a while, I realised she wasn't really looking at it anymore. She was giving herself somewhere to focus, something to keep her eyes on that wasn't my face."I need to know how far it goes," she said eventually. Her voice was flat, stripped of the usual warmth I had grown used to hearing from her. "Because if I'm going to feel like an idiot about this, I want to feel like an idiot about the whole thing.""You don't have to do this tonight.""I do, actually." She folded the paper along its or

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